Chapter 229: 223 Come Out

WeChat Company needs someone who can coordinate the technical team.

Yu Xing wasn't sure whether Ge Zhijie from Baidu could handle this role, but he had done all he could; now came the time for verification, and if his work faltered, there might still be some room for error.

After all, Mile's historical release date seemed to be year-end, which provided some flexibility.

Of course, the earlier they could sneak ahead, the better.

As the others each fell into private thoughts, Ye Yu stepped forward and reached out to grasp the spear.

As Wang Ye finished speaking, everyone activated their identity seals, and within the projections of those seals, all clearly saw the current exam task.

As the others were flung backward, Ye Yu's palm caught the sword aura, his lips curled in a mocking sneer as he stared at Lord Liancheng.

Murong Fulei raised his pistol and aimed it at Zi Jie; Zuo Zhu looked at Murong Fulei and said, "They're just children!!"

After he spoke, the other person showed no reaction, only stared in stunned silence at the battle unfolding nearby.

Wild stone spikes plummeted down; Sikong Xu's sword continuously slashed at the spikes threatening him. Though the Wisdom Sword's sharpness easily cleaved through them, the relentless swinging soon made his arms ache.

Lin Wanyu's choice was likewise a classic high-energy dance track, so the audience eagerly anticipated how she would perform this upbeat song.

Now, these guys, drunk as they were, didn't even recognize heaven's emperor—the alcohol had scrambled their brains and forgotten all about Fang Zheng's power.

"Heh, your master refuses to answer that question." Chao Yue swung his sleeve and stepped into the room, the mention of Feng Guichi making him seethe.

Lan Ling froze, his gaze sharpening as he studied closely—and indeed, as Long Xiner had said, whenever the stone figure moved, a gem-like object on its chest glowed, as if gathering energy.

"It's strange indeed—I've never seen anyone strike Han without consequence," Shangguan Yingjie added.

"I'm going to take pictures of them—something to remember when I get back. Not photographing such a handsome guy would be a waste," Li Yan and Yi Xue were about to pull out their phones.

"Han, you haven't slept in a full day and night—go rest," Nan Gong Feng said to Leng Linghan beside him.

As the two entered the Juyang Courtyard, the old steward, seeing their deaf-and-mute appearance, asked a few nonsensical questions before letting them pass.

Li He followed Shi Jie's instructions: half the day training, half resting. Within two days, he felt his strength fully restored, no trace of fatigue left. He thought: after years of chopping firewood, climbing mountains, braving wind and rain, exhaustion always vanished after one night's sleep—he'd wake up strong as ever.

How had she ended up in bed? Shouldn't Leng Linghan have woken her on the plane? What was going on? She'd fallen asleep on her first private jet ride—what a waste of the chance! She'd planned to enjoy the view properly.

Ilina's face burned with rage; she had always bullied others, never once had anyone dared treat her this way.

"You're free now—go live your own life. And remember next time: don't get caught and sealed again. Trapped in one place—it's so suffocating," Qi Qi bent low, meeting his wide, innocent eyes, and patted his head as she warned him.

Some opportunities allow for backup plans, but this matter—Ning Kun had planned it perfectly; he couldn't conceive of any alternative.

"Please remain calm," said Jiu Lie Zhenjun. As he finished speaking, a giant-mouthed Primordial Spirit flew out and vanished.